“I’m glad you invited me, Cassie. You’ll have to take me to cocktail parties more often,” he replied with a laugh.“It’s just, well, I mean..., I knew you worked at a bank, Sue told me that. I simply figured you were some sort of branch manager or something. You know banks, they hand out titles like candy!”“I was, once, about thirty years ago.”“So, how’d you get into the banking business, anyway?” she asked.“It just kind of happened. After Millie and I got married, I still didn’t want to go to work. I feel him lift one leg, his mouth making contact as his lips kiss my ankle. His free hand is on my thigh, just centimetres from my warm centre. I am sure my Monster can feel my heat without touching me. Lips begin their journey up along my leg, he appears to savour every kiss, every pause in his journey measured for maximum pleasure- his as well as mine. I am not an impatient woman. Not usually. Monster's timing is exquisite, making me long for more. I almost forget who is in control. Monster. I looked at Robin and said, “No thank you! I’ll stick with my sister until we can both do it with you guys!”Robin said, “We hope to see you guys in two years then!”We got all kinds of hugs, kisses, and a few free feels before heading back to our parents. About halfway we put our bottoms back on and I put sun block on Robin’s tits and on her pink ass. We hung around mom and dad the rest of the day. It was a very pleasant relaxing day. We went out to dinner and then back to our motel room.Robin. I’ll be right in.” replied Savita Bhabhi once she came to know it was no other than her Bade Sahab calling her. As she started walking towards her Bade Sahab’s office she started thinking why he called her. And then it struck her “I guess that horny bastard wants his coffee break ‘massage’.” As Savita Bhabhi entered her Bade Sahab’s office she found that Bade Sahab was talking to someone named Mr. Bhagat over the phone. “Yes, of course, Mr. Bhagat. This sensitive issue requires delicacy” Savita.